Chapter 367 Can This Lantern Fly?

When he got back to the room, he opened the bed and lay down directly.

Listening to the whimpering outside the poorly soundproof wooden door, Liao Cheng turned over in annoyance.

Sometimes he is really angry because his mother has no idea and his father can't make any money! When he was a child, he would see other people playing with toys, so he would play with this broken lantern himself and even sell it at a stall to make money.

Now my life is much worse than others.

Talking about ancestral technology, I have never seen our family become rich in the past few decades.

Complaining he fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, the old hen was quacking again.

There was no work today, so he stretched and sat up lazily. When he opened the window, he saw people in the yard putting up lanterns again.

"Tsk."

He clicked his tongue, put on his clothes and went downstairs.

"Dad, I'm going to weed the fields."

"I'll get rid of the grass. Come over and help me hold it down."

Liao Cheng cursed in his mouth. Looking at the other party's charcoal complexion, he still managed to hold it back. He impatiently moved a bench and sat down.

Watching the opponent's wire pass through the hollow of the bamboo, it shook a few times, and the vivid joints made the entire lantern move.

"Son, dad never thought about letting you inherit this craft." The middle-aged man with thick calluses on his fingers said silently, "This thing is not profitable, and dad knows it." He didn't sleep last night, and heard what was going on downstairs. dialogue.

"That's not what your mother meant. She was just afraid that you would be tired."

"..." Liao Cheng replied dullly, "I know."

"Our family's situation can't give you anything better. We still have 60,000 yuan at home, so I want you to use 30,000 yuan to go out and start a career. I don't expect you to do anything. Big cities are always easier to develop than our place. Looking for It’s not a tiring job.” The middle-aged man said slowly, “I heard that the son of the seventh aunt’s family found a job as a security guard. The salary is 4,000 a month and the work is free.”

"It's so easy to get started now." Liao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Big cities are very expensive. Come on, Dad, you can save some money at home. I don't care about our family's tens of thousands. I also have a few thousand in my pocket." It doesn’t bother me to spend my family’s money.”

"It's not like the family doesn't have money."

Liao Cheng picked up the lantern in a muffled voice without replying, just wearing bamboo strips through the bamboo strips. The money at home is not money, it is your pension fund.

"..."

"..."

As the lantern gradually took shape, a lobster lantern with teeth and claws appeared in front of you. If you are lucky, this thing can sell for 25 yuan at the night market.

But on weekdays not many people buy it.

If you can't eat or drink in the countryside, it's of no use.

At this moment, the iron door made a clanging sound.

"Peng! Peng! Bang!"

"Old Liao! Something great is happening!!"

Before anyone came in, a voice came in. It was Aunt Seven next door.

"A factory has moved in and is recruiting workers at the village committee! I caught my eye at your home-made lanterns! The wages are so high!!"

The seniors and elders in the yard were stunned for a moment, "We're looking for workers?"

Lao Liao quickly stood up and opened the door, and saw Aunt Qi, who was rosy and beaming with joy, "Hurry up and go! People are waiting there!!"

As he spoke, he pulled Lao Liao and pushed him away. He was even more happy when he saw the lobster lantern in his hand. "The village chief said that if you still have any lanterns, take some with you and show them to others. What are the samples?"

"What is a sample?"

Lao Liao never went to school and knew nothing. Liao Cheng, who was next to him, turned around and ran into the house, carrying a string of lights with large and small bags.

There are all kinds of shapes and zodiac signs, such as dragons, tigers, dragonflies, and the God of Wealth.

"Dad, stop staying here and leave quickly!"

Liao Cheng took long strides, his face rosy.

Compared with Lao Liao, who has stayed in the village all his life, he graduated from high school after all. He plays with his mobile phone on weekdays and has seen others falling into the trap. Anyway, he doesn't know what happened today.

Maybe it’s a good thing!

As the three people strode to the village committee, they saw a group of village cadres surrounding a young man named Lao Baijing, who seemed to look different from those next to him.

He is so handsome that he is different from the world at first glance.

"Is that the eldest master?"

Lao Liao asked in a low voice. Aunt Seven beside him nodded with a serious look on his face: "He seems to have opened a big company. I heard from people in the village that if this thing can be done, it seems that the mayor will come over."

"Old Liao, the village is counting on you."

This sentence directly made Lao Liao, who had never received much attention in his life, become nervous. If this went wrong, wouldn't it be a huge bad thing?

"Well, Tengsheng cares about intangible cultural heritage very much, and this time it mainly wants to create a support project for intangible cultural heritage."

"Does your village have the custom of making these lanterns?"

"Of course!"

The village chief nodded quickly. You must know that the young man in front of him may be the biggest person he has ever seen in his life. It is said that he runs a company worth tens of billions.

This time we came to Xiaoxiang Town for special support. The people in the town have always been valued, and finally it was selected as Caidie Village. There were indeed many people making lanterns in Caidie Village in the past, but with the development of the times, the craftsmanship in the village has not been lost, and the migrant workers The development of working part-time and developing in other places.

There are not many people in the village who have inherited this craft.

Lao Liao is one.

"Mr. Song! The people are here, take a look!"

"Old Liao, please say hello to Mr. Song quickly."

The village chief was afraid that the honest people in the village would affect his dignity, so he recruited them openly.

"Hello, Mr. Song!"

"Alas!" The village chief was anxious, but Song Jiang laughed and took the initiative to hold out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Liao."

"Hello hello!"

Lao Liao grabbed the young man's hand and felt tense all over.

Liao Cheng, who was usually more stubborn than a bull, was now like a pillar, swallowing saliva nervously.

"Is this your son?"

"Yes, yes, Liao Cheng!"

"Hello, Mr. Song!" Liao Cheng bowed 90 degrees, raised his head nervously, and saw Song Jiang's face opposite him was also a little nervous, so he quickly bowed.

Liao Cheng bent his waist even more when he saw this.

It was the village chief next to him who saw this and quickly stopped him.

Mr. Song bowed to you once, that's called affinity, why are you so stupid.

"Mr. Song, this is Lao Liao's son, his craftsmanship is also great, he started making lanterns at the age of seven or eight!"

"Yeah" Song Jiang nodded approvingly, he looked at the big and old panel in front of him.

One is level 9 and the other is level 7.

He noticed the colorful lanterns in Liao Cheng's hand, "Can I take a closer look?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Liao Cheng quickly handed him a string of lanterns, looking at the man of about his age, touching the skeleton and exclaiming from time to time.

Liao Cheng couldn't help but say, "You can't see it during the day, but it's more beautiful at night when the lights are on. This butterfly can even fly."

"Fly?"

Song Jiang was a little surprised. Can a lantern fly?

The village chief next to him nodded quickly and asked the village cadres next to him to get a candle.

"Lighter, I have a lighter!"

One village cadre took out a lighter, and the other quickly walked into the warehouse of the village committee, found a small candle and placed it inside the butterfly lantern.

The candle lit up and the lighter was pressed.

In the dim light, the butterfly lantern slowly floated up in his hand, and its wings trembled slightly with the wind.

Song Jiang's eyes widened, "Amazing!"

"The smaller the lantern, the higher it flies. If it's bigger, it won't fly well."

Liao Cheng said with a red face and some pride.